Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.
William Shakespeare
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
Actor
Dramaturge
Playwright
Poet
Stage Actor
Writer
Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
Bard of Avon
Shakespere
Shakespear
Shakspeare
Shackspeare
William Shake‐ſpeare
Herbs
Weeds
Weed
Grow
Grace
Grows
Small
Great
Apace
More quotes by William Shakespeare
Friendship's full of dregs.
William Shakespeare
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
William Shakespeare
Never anger made good guard for itself.
William Shakespeare
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
William Shakespeare
Take pains. Be perfect.
William Shakespeare
Can it be chat modesty may more betray Our sense than woman's lightness?
William Shakespeare
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
William Shakespeare
The past is prologue.
William Shakespeare
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
William Shakespeare
Thou art a Castilian King urinal!
William Shakespeare
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
William Shakespeare
If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not.
William Shakespeare
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight
William Shakespeare
Miracles are ceased and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.
William Shakespeare
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.
William Shakespeare
But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
William Shakespeare
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
William Shakespeare
And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater
William Shakespeare
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
William Shakespeare
For I am nothing if not critical.
William Shakespeare
